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Here’s the thing about Pran.

He’s a little bit of a slut. 

It’s not like he intended for it to happen, but things are just a lot easier when you have a standing dick appointment every week or so to work through the general stress of everyday life. Life does get a little tougher, though, when your fuckbuddy goes and falls in love, and you need to make other arrangements. 

Of course, it’s easier going to a club or a bar, and god knows it’s cheaper for sure – because imagine having shelled out a six month membership fee for the gym when you don’t even plan on really working out? – but there’s a reason why Pran goes to a predominantly alpha gym.

Pran has a specific type. 

And in a gym like this one, all he has to do is take his pick. 

Pran’s new membership means he needs to reschedule his routine a little bit to get there during peak hours. Why? 

Well, there’s no point in not reading the menu before he picks his meal, right? 

He goes thrice a week, oscillating between wearing tight yoga pants that he’d ordered from the women’s section which make his ass look fantastic, and shorts that are short enough to show a significant portion of his thighs, but not enough to directly call him out for being an attention seeker. 

Yes, he doesn’t want to look like an attention seeker.

No, he doesn’t try to be subtle when he stares at the alphas. 

The two can and will coexist. 

Everything said and done, it’s not like he goes there solely to ogle the men, but the times that Pran manages to get a full workout are few and far in between. He spends most of his time trying to work up just enough of a sweat that he can ‘accidentally’ leave little patches of it on the leather seats. It’s the perfect bait, because they flock to him after he’s done with his ‘workout’.

The alphas will saunter up to him in the changing rooms and grin, cocky and full of themselves and hand him their line ID and a wink. Even worse, they’ll go for a terrible one-liner that makes him throw up in his mouth a little, even though Pran smiles and adds them anyway. He renames them all with distinct and unique identifiers such as: ‘6/10 big arms gym fuck #4’ or ‘0/10 do not answer gym fuck #7’. 

Often, he has to remind himself he’s not actually looking for a relationship, and that as long as they know how to use their dicks, he doesn’t care that they’re entirely devoid of personality.

There are times, though, when Pran’s feeling a little too wound up and wants a rough, dirty fuck in the showers before he heads into the office instead of letting the heat build under his skin all day and then letting it out in the back alley of a bar. 

Those are days when he does something that’s vaguely yoga adjacent. (It’s definitely not anything remotely close to real yoga, unless his stretching counts as something, but it feels a bit disrespectful to use an ancient, somewhat religious practice to get dick.)

On those days, he’ll roll his mat out in the mobility area and try to pick a spot with more or less people, depending on the day. He’ll start off with breathing exercises that make his chest pump, making sure to gasp and exaggerate the motions as much as reasonably possible. Then he’ll move on to stretching, and make little moans as he moves this way and that, in case there's a particularly attractive alpha around him. He’ll twist and turn, showing off his flexibility and hold back a grin at the thickening scent of alpha in the air. 

Those are days when, after he’s done ‘working out’, he’ll wait for an alpha to approach him, and instead of bothering with their IDs, he’ll just grab them by their shirts and pull them into the changing room with him. 

And so life goes on.

It’s almost a routine for him at this point. Sometimes the alphas are only good enough for a repeat fuck, since they only thing he seems to have in common with any of them is that they go to the same gym. Other times, there’s a wordless agreement to never acknowledge each other again.

But either way, it’s never boring since no two alphas react the same way with him.

Recently, though, Pran’s been noticing this one new guy. It definitely helps that he looks like he’s walked straight out of a romance novel, but what really interests Pran is that the man seems… shy. 

Around him, at least. 

He averts his eyes when Pran bends over, and goes out of his way to avoid touching Pran or brushing up against him, when Pran 'accidentally' leans into his space.

Pran decides right then: he wants that one.

To reflect his new ambition, Pran's behaviour changes. He gets bolder. Wears shorter shorts. Tighter shirts. A glossy lip balm, sometimes. Anything to make the alpha want to approach him. 

Definitely makes sure to do a lot more ‘yoga’. 

All of a sudden, though, the alpha disappears and Pran doesn’t see him at the gym for two weeks. He knows the alpha hasn’t quit, because his unique, heady scent doesn’t quite disappear from the locker room, but not seeing him for two weeks makes Pran feel like he’s lost. 

( – not that the alpha ever even knew they were competing at all, but still.)

Anyone who knows Pran knows he doesn’t like losing. Never has, and never will.

Things change one day when Pran’s chatting with a friendly personal trainer. P’Ae brings up how her rent is wasted since she’s at the gym everyday starting at five in the morning until almost nine at night, and that’s when Pran thinks to ask her. 

He casually describes the alpha, and P’Ae is all too happy to gush with him about the cute one, about the same height as Pran, with nice arms and a pretty smile. She goes on to tell him how he’s so sweet and always smiles at everyone and how she really wants to talk to him, but she’s always got clients when he comes in. 

Pran isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like the idea of P’Ae flirting with him. He got there first, after all.

Still, Pran feels an unreasonable sense of victory when he finds out that his cute alpha didn’t actually disappear. He just changed his timings. Considering there’s no evidence to suggest that the alpha’s timings have changed because of him, Pran’s not too inclined on labelling himself as some kind of creepy stalker when he shows up to the gym at six the next day. 

And honestly, going to the gym at 6am is far from the craziest thing he's done for a hot alpha.

Pran’s glad to see the guy again, though. Not just because he’s hot. But because something about his scent feels nicer than the others, and weirdly, Pran missed it. But just because Pran has something of a soft spot for the guy, doesn’t mean he doesn’t go straight into stretching out his 'sore' muscles, making little gasps, and moans as he stretches this way and that.

He’s expecting some kind of reaction from the alpha, but… it doesn’t come. Well, it does, but flushing red, and then coughing, and walking away while bumping into no less than three machines?

That isn't really the reaction that Pran wants. 

Okay, fine, it makes him want to hold the alpha's hand, go watch the sunset with him, and then get fucked on sheets with a ridiculously high thread count, but that's not the point here. What it does prove though, is that as much as he tries to hide it, the alpha is still attracted to Pran. 

But then why won’t he do anything? It’s not like Pran hasn’t been dropping hints. Maybe… Pran needs to up the ante a little bit. Make his interest clearer.

So the next time he goes to the gym, he wakes up a little earlier, and really prepares. Nothing too special, but he picks out beige cotton shorts – the kind that get darker when stained with slick – and a pretty, jewelled butt plug that sits perfectly between his pretty little cheeks. He skips underwear.

Pran spends the majority of his hour doing ‘yoga’. Bending and stretching this way and that. And he didn't exactly have to pick his favourite plug – the one that hits his sweet spot perfectly, but he did anyway. So really, it’s his own fault that every time he bends over, the plug jostles against his prostate, and he’s hit with a wave of pleasure. 

And so what if he whimpers once or twice? What are they going to do? Stop him?

By the end of his session, even the front of his shorts are damp, and he isn't sure, but he might have seen the alpha trip on air a couple of times.

But frustratingly, the man still does nothing, and Pran's close to giving up.

“I’m waking up early for him, Wai!” Pran is ranting as he paces in his room. “I wake up early, I make myself look good at five in the fucking morning for this guy! I’ve left my slick all over the place – stop making that face – you’re into weird shit with Korn too, don’t lie–” he throws the nearest thing, which happens to be a pillow, at his best friend, only for Wai to throw a chip at him in return.

The chip falls sadly onto the floor, and Pran just stares at it. 

A moment later, he lets out a full-body sigh and lets himself drop to the floor. He curls into a little ball, and turns away from Wai’s judgemental stare.

Pran knows he’s being overdramatic, but perhaps this is what they mean when they say that only children are spoiled brats sometimes. It’s not like Pran’s never been rejected, of course, but the guy’s clearly interested! 

So why doesn’t he do anything?

He can feel Wai’s stare on him, and there’s a long and deep sigh before his friend resumes his crunching. “So you’re telling me that you’re behaving like that because you can’t get an alpha to fuck you? Do you want me to tell you how pathetic you are or do you know it already?”

Pran loves Wai, he really does, but sometimes he can do without his acerbic judgement.

“He’s not just an alpha,” he says, rolling over and looking up at the ceiling. “Firstly, he’s absolutely gorgeous, and secondly, he smells fucking heavenly.”

“So? You’ve fucked good-looking, nice-smelling guys before. That can't be the only reason you're behaving like a fucking loon."

Pran understands Wai’s confusion. And he’s not sure he understands it fully either, but there’s just… something about this guy. “He’s pretty, Wai, he’s so pretty,” he moans. “He’s got these fierce, angry eyes but then he smiles and his whole face changes. And his legs are so stupidly long and his arms are–” 

“Okay, stop – enough. Enough. He’s hot, I get it. But if he’s not into you, he’s just not into you.”

Pran groans, “see,” he sits up to face Wai, “that’s the thing. If he wasn’t into me, I’d back off. But I’ve seen him staring at my thighs!"

“Yeah, but you have great thighs, of course he stares at them, I stare at them, and I don’t wanna fuck you.” Wai crunches on a chip, loudly, and then adds, “anymore.”

Pran snorts, “thanks.”

Wai grabs another chip and salutes him with it before shoving it in his mouth. 

“Okay, but,” Pran starts again, not willing to let this go. “He stares at my ass too. Like, sexually! Like he wants to eat it – which, yes, please, but then he doesn’t even react when I bend over with my ass in his face? He wants me, but he won’t do anything about it!” 

“Okay,” Wai says, and Pran knows he’s just humouring him at this point. Wai wipes his crumbly fingers on his pant leg, making chip dust go all over the fabric and onto his sheets. “You do it. Ask him.”

“What?”

“Ask him out. On a date, or to fuck you, or whatever.”

Pran stares at him. 

He could. It could be that simple. He could just saunter up to him and ask him out for coffee, or a protein shake, or whatever after, right? But then indignation wells up in him, and he shakes his head vehemently. “I’m not humiliating myself anymore for that guy. No way. I’ve literally thrown myself at him, and if he can’t make a fucking move, I’m done.”

Wai stares at his face, and then sighs. “Okay… up to you, friend,” he shifts on the bed again, and flips over onto his stomach, the bag of chips crunching, and Pran resigns himself to changing the sheets, and vacuuming the mattress before he sleeps tonight. 

“So we’re not going to talk about this dude anymore, and I’ll tell you instead about Korn’s ridiculous flatmate, okay? Okay.” Wai doesn’t wait for a response and continues talking. 

Pran isn’t exactly happy with the change in topic, but he’s not sure how long he can keep humiliating himself by talking about a guy who doesn’t want to fuck him. “Pat, right? What did he do now?” The guy moved into Korn’s flat around a month and a half ago, but Pran’s never met the dude because for some reason or another, their schedules have yet to line up. 

“Yeah,” Wai laughs. “Pat finally started going to the gym a few weeks ago; he kept complaining about missing it, but god,” he breaks out into laughter, “he hates it so much.”

“The hell?”

“The other day, after he got back, he went straight to his room, shut the door and started screaming.”

“Oh wow.” Pran says with a little snort.

“Hey!” Wai gasps, sitting up suddenly, “Pran! He’s totally your type! He’s got the arms and the face and–” he trails off before nodding decisively. “Korn and I should set you two up sometime! Pat’s a good dude.”

He rolls his eyes, “sure, Wai.” The last time Wai had tried to set him up was with Korn, and considering Wai’s been dating him for months now, Pran’s not sure he wants to trust him on this. 

“No, really! He’s smart and sweet and fu—”

Giving up on the alpha is a lot easier said than done, because it’s not like the man isn’t interested. Pran can see the look on his face. In his eyes.

He wants Pran. But he won't react, and Pran’s tired of embarrassing himself. So after another week of trying and failing, miserably, he gives up. 

He finally gives up on waking up early to prepare, and shows up in a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a tank top and goes about doing what he actually paid for. He does his stretches without the moaning, his cardio without the exaggerated breathing, and then moves onto weights.

He doesn't change his timings though, because for all the eye candy he used to get during peak hours, Pran actually gets to work out in the mornings and he likes the illusion of productivity it gives him, regardless of whether or not he actually gets any work done at the office that day.

And just because the cute alpha doesn’t want to fuck him didn't mean Pran still can’t stare at him, right? Because he really is one of the prettiest alphas Pran’s ever seen, and in another world, if he’d seen him at a coffee shop, or if they’d gone to university together? He would have asked him out.

So it's been a few weeks, and the alpha keeps looking at him. And every time Pran catches him, the alpha blushes the most beautiful shade of pink, and looks away. And fuck if that doesn’t make him a lot cuter than he should be.

It’s strange because it’s not like Pran stays celibate the whole time. Just because he’s not being a slut at the gym doesn’t mean he doesn’t go out to bars every now and then. He still goes out, has a decent amount of sex, and tries to get on with his life, but his interest in gym alpha never wanes.

What makes it worse, is that now, instead of just staring at his arms and his ass, Pran’s started noticing how the man wipes down all the machines he uses once he’s done, and how he carries a recycled tote bag and has a pet adoption sticker on his reusable water bottle, and how he holds the door open for everyone when he’s leaving and how he addresses the receptionist by name. 

He’s adorable.

He’s annoying. 

Especially since Pran’s situation is irredeemable. Because sure, the guy didn’t outright reject him, but his lack of action is enough. 

It sucks, actually, because Pran might actually have liked him. 

Pran sighs as he stands, stretching out his back, and heads to the functional trainer. Adjusting the weights, he starts on his regular set of cable curls. When he finishes, he means to leave the area for cooldown stretches, but the instruction sticker on the side of the machine catches his eye. 

He glances at the time. It is a weekend, and he has nowhere to be after this, so he can spend a little more time here today. 

He slides into position, his legs shoulder width apart, and he grips the attachment behind his waist. He then extends his arms above his head, keeping them close to his ears. He slowly bends his elbows back, and holds for a couple of seconds, before extending them upwards again, and holds again. 

“Hey, wait!” The voice comes just as Pran’s finished his first set of reps. He drops the weights behind him with a loud clang, and looks in the direction of the voice.

The alpha, his alpha, the one with the pretty smile. He’s walking towards Pran. 

What?

He’s not hitting on Pran – because he looks a little worried – so what? Does he want the machine so bad he needs to yell for it from across the room? Asshole. 

“That’s… don’t do that. Your legs shouldn't be in line like this – you won’t feel it now, but you probably won’t be able to bend for three days. Your core isn’t engaged and all the weight is going to your back,” the alpha explains, as he comes to stand beside Pran. 

Pran opens his mouth to respond – because he’s been doing these for a while now, thank you very much – and just as he inhales, he freezes. 

Bad idea. 

If the alpha smelled amazing from afar, it doesn’t even compare to what he smells like from up close. Pran feels a little like he’s died and ascended to heaven.

And here's another thing: Pran’s always been pretty responsive. And the way he feels himself immediately get slick at the alpha’s hot, heady, musky scent all up in his personal space? Fuck, he doesn’t know whether it’s blessing or a curse.

Before he can really process this and actually respond, the alpha puts a hand at the small of his back. The touch is featherlight, but it still sends sparks up his spine. He arches into it the slightest bit and holds back whatever reaction his body would have thought appropriate. 

There's no plug today. No edging this morning to make his scent stronger. Nothing that should have made him react like that, but god, the alpha’s scent alone is more than enough. The man immediately takes his hand back and leans in further to look at him. 

Pran feels his face burn. The alpha doesn't seem to notice, though.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you pull something?"

Pran just stares, and slowly, he shakes his head. "N-no, I'm–" he pauses.

He reconsiders. Shifts slightly and winces. "A-a little," Pran lies after a moment.

The alpha all but panics. "Shit – okay, wait, let's–” The alpha flounders for a moment, and starts again, “where is it hurting exactly?”

Pran pauses, as if to take note of his body. 

Did the alpha see him doing cable curls before he started on these or can he build on his lie a little more? 

Fuck it – his membership’s ending soon anyway, and if he embarasses himself, well, he can just not come back here ever again.

“My waist–” Pran says, placing a hand just inches above where the alpha had placed his, quickly improvising on the spot, “I think I pulled something when I dropped the weights earlier.”

“I uh…” the alpha starts, looking, of all things, nervous, “I could help ease it, if you’re okay with it?” Pran really, really wants to suck his dick. 

Pran tries not to look too eager as he nods, “uh, that would be very nice of you, thank you.”

The alpha gestures to the locker rooms; “I have a muscle relaxing ointment in my bag – should we–?”

“Ah, yes, sure, lead the way,” Pran says, falling into step next to the man. From the short walk from the gym to the locker room, Pran realises two things.

One, that this guy smells fucking insane. His scent is rich, hot, heady, and Pran’s worried he sounds like an addict without a hit, but fuck, this man smells like a drug – and two, that this alpha’s scent specifically is affecting him a lot, because Pran is really fucking wet right now.

They enter the locker rooms, and Pran waits patiently as the alpha goes straight for his locker, rummages through it for a minute and pulls out a tube of a familiar herbal ointment. The alpha offers it to Pran with a sweet smile, “there you go. This should help!”

Pran ignores the tube held out to him and just looks at the alpha through his lashes, “could you help? I don’t think I’ll be able to reach on my own.”

It’s such a weak ass excuse, and if he hadn’t been drunk off of this man’s scent, Pran would have died of embarrassment before he’d ever say something like that in public.

The alpha audibly swallows and nods. 

Pran grabs the man by the wrist that’s hanging limply at his side and pulls him towards the changing rooms. He pulls the alpha straight to the one at the very end of the row. It’s bigger than the rest of the rooms, if only by a little bit, and Pran is nothing if not optimistic. 

The changing rooms at this gym are rather nice compared to some of the other gyms he’s been to. They’d better be, honestly, for the amount of money he’s spent on this membership, but in general, the room is quite large for its purpose. There’s even a bench attached to the wall, and enough space to move around comfortably. 

Not to mention that they’re real rooms with concrete walls and a floor to ceiling door, instead of just a line of thin sheets with dividers, and minimal space like he’s seen at some of the more commercial gym chains. 

Pran had wondered, the first time he came in here, why the management had wasted this space on a changing room, instead of using it as a storage room for cleaning supplies or something of the sort, but after having a frankly impressive number of orgasms in this room, he’s just grateful for it, regardless of the reason. 

He pulls the alpha into the room and shuts the door behind him, locking it with a click. 

Pran inhales again, closing his eyes at the alpha’s scent, better and worse in this contained space because of how much stronger it got, and turns to face the alpha.

"I started working out pretty young," the alpha starts out of nowhere, as if looking for something to do with himself, "and I didn’t go to a trainer and just learned from videos, so I messed up and ended up learning a lot through trial and error,” he says, and Pran really, really wants to suck his dick.

"Oh?" Pran's eyes are wider than usual, lips slightly parted, and he’s been subconsciously releasing his pheromones for a few minutes by now, and honestly, he’s sure he smells fucking delightful to the alpha. He lets his tongue dart out to lick his lower lip slightly.

The alpha follows the movement with his eyes and gulps, quickly looking away. He clears his throat. "Y-yeah," he says, and continues going off on a sort of mindless rant. “I had to take a break for a few months because – well, I moved to a new place and my new flatmate is great – and he’d said he wanted to start coming here with me but he’s been really stressed with work and, and – and his boyfriend’s basically living with him now – and it’s a good thing because Korn doesn’t have the time to cook and–”

Pran really, really wants to suck his dick. 

There’s something absolutely mesmerising about this alpha blabbering on like a stream of consciousness. This big bad alpha weak in front of him, turning into a beautiful stuttering mess… 

Fuck. 

Something at the back of his mind rings at the alpha’s words, but Pran really doesn’t care right now.

He places a hand on the alpha's arm to stop his barrage of words, and gives him a wide eyed look. "You said you could help?"

Brown eyes widen, and the man nods with an awed smile, and holy fuck – he’d seen a version of that smile before, smaller, shyer, but with the full force of it directed at Pran?

Shit.

"Y-yeah!” The alpha moves aside and gestures to the wall opposite the bench, “why – why don't you face the wall and lean against it? I can see if there’s any tightness there and maybe massage to help?” 

"Sure," Pran nods, his eyes raking the alpha once more. He swallows. 

He turns to face the wall at the back of the room, his back facing the alpha. He lifts his arms and lets them rest against the wall and burrows his head in the crook of his elbow. He pushes his ass out, arches his back, and waits.

There’s the sound of the alpha placing the ointment onto the bench and stepping closer, and Pran can feel his skin burning with anticipation. The touch on his waist is hesitant, featherlight. He lets his eyes close at the feeling of warm hands on his skin, and tries his best to control his breathing as the alpha finally applies the barest hint of pressure. 

“Is this okay?”

Pran doesn’t trust himself to speak, and just nods instead. The alpha caresses his waist, stepping closer, and Pran leans into the touch. There's a spike in the alpha's scent as well, and Pran can only smile breathlessly to himself.

The grip shifts on his waist, gets more confident, and then there’s fingers wrapping around his sides and thumbs digging into his waist, pressing into the base of his spine and Pran can’t help the whimper. It feels like ecstasy.

The alpha's hands freeze. "Does it hurt?"

Pran shakes his head and arches his back further. “H-harder," Pran demands instead, his voice breathless from pleasure. His word choice is deliberate.

There’s a sharp inhale behind him. There’s a beat of silence, and the alpha’s hands flex on his waist. "Can – can I touch you?"

Pran only nods wordlessly.

Strong hands slip under Pran's shirt and he lets out the smallest of sounds at the alpha's touch on his bare skin. His hands are warm, calloused, and somehow, they feel like they were made to hold him, touch him, leave their marks on him. 

This close to him, the alpha's scent surrounds Pran, heady and thick with desire, and Pran’s smile is nothing short of victorious. 

He's been waiting for this for months. 

The alpha's grip slides to his sides and he takes a hold of Pran. He pushes himself up against Pran, pressing him into the wall. The action takes Pran by surprise and he lets out a gasp. Any and all attempts at keeping his sounds to himself disappear as soon as the alpha burrows his nose in Pran's scent gland and inhales deeply. 

Pran lets out a sound, loud, keening, something between a moan, and a whimper. He arches his neck and shivers when he feels a warm, wet tongue in the crook of his neck, lapping at the skin there. He pushes himself back against the hard planes of the alpha's chest and gasps out, "y-you’re making me feel so good,"

There's a deep groan in his ear and Pran whines at the guttural sound.

"Fuck–" the word slips out of the alpha’s lips, as if surprised, when Pran spins around in his hold, and looks him in the eyes.

They’re close enough that Pran can feel the alpha’s breath on his skin and he can feel his heart pounding from how much he wants right now. "Still hurts, alpha," he says, his eyes glittering as he licks his lower lip. Before the alpha can blink away the haze of lust that’s settled over them, Pran continues, looking at the alpha from under his lashes. “Here… hurts here.” Pran takes the alpha's hand from his waist and places it where his dick is pressing against his now damp shorts and grinds down into it. 

“Fuck–” The alpha sounds wrecked already, but he doesn’t move.

“Alpha, hurts,” Pran says again, feeling desperate for this man to touch him. Kiss him. Fuck him. 

Anything. 

"You – you smell so good," the alpha says, his voice shaky, as he leans in and stops inches away from Pran’s neck, inhaling deeply, like an addict. Pran shivers, wanting to be consumed whole. "Fuck, you smell so good. I tried so hard to stay away."

"Why?" Pran asks, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders and pulling him up towards him till their lips are inches apart.

The alpha lets out a controlled exhale, and he licks his lips, but doesn't say anything. His hands come to rest on Pran’s waist. His grip is tight. Desperate.

" I want you, " Pran says, closing the distance and pressing his lips against the alpha's.

The alpha melts into the kiss, starting out soft and gentle, but before Pran has time to come to grips with the fact that he's really kissing this man – his alpha – the hands on his waist grip him harder and he's pulled flush against the man. Pran can't help it as he lets out the loudest, neediest whine, pushing himself impossibly closer to the alpha.

Only the need to breathe separates the two. The alpha's gasping as he says, voice muffled as he burrows his nose into Pran’s neck again. "You're so fucking beautiful. Didn't – didn’t think you were real, you smell so good."

Pran whines, and shifts, hitching a leg around the man's hip, grinding into him, already missing the friction that he'd had only for a moment. "I'm real, I'm here," he gasps, as the alpha starts to pepper a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips. The kiss is wet, messy, sloppy – the finesse from earlier having disappeared.

Something about Pran’s scent must be doing it for the alpha because only moments after their lips meet, the alpha pulls away again, trailing kisses down his jaw and the other side of his throat, back to his scent gland. Pran swallows, letting his head fall back and hit the wall as the feeling of lips moving against the gland make him wetter, his whines louder, needier, greedier.

"Please," Pran gasps, grinding against the erection he can feel through the alpha's sweats. "Fuck – fuck me," he demands, his hand fisting in the alpha's hair, and using the grip to pull him back to look him in the eyes, " Fuck me, alpha."

And as wrecked as Pran feels, the alpha looks worse. Eyes glazed, lips wet, ears pink, the man looks truly debauched, and they haven't even fucked yet. 

Pran is so glad this one belongs to him now. 

The thought comes out of nowhere, and Pran’s too lost in the haze of lust to make sense of it. It does, however, make his grip in the alpha’s hair tighten, and the alpha whines.

Pran's heart skips a beat in his chest and he stares at the alpha, awed. 

There's a huff of breathless laughter. Pran eyes are wide, unbelieving. "You like that?" he asks, tugging on the hair again, testing it out. The alpha whines again. 

The alpha's eyes slide shut, his face going slack, and he finally, finally starts to grind back against Pran. "Fuck," he gasps, leaning into Pran, and away from the pull on his hair, a move guaranteed to make it hurt more.

Fuck.

Pran was expecting some kind of aggressive alpha dom-top hidden behind those fierce eyes. Someone who’d stake his metaphorical claim on him and take him as soon as he was offered, but this? This beautiful, expressive, and obedient alpha?

An exhilarated grin on his face, Pran's other hand moves from around the alpha's shoulder as he leans fully against the wall, feeling like he’s high off of nothing but the alpha’s scent. One hand still gripping the man's hair, the other takes a hold of the alpha's chin. "I asked you something, alpha," he says, almost mocking, jerking his hair.

"Y-yes," the alpha moans, his hips stuttering against Pran's damp shorts. "L-like that. I like that." The words are more of a gasp than a real sound.

Pran grins and leans in to bite at the alpha's lips. "Fuck – can't believe I got so lucky with you," he says with a disbelieving laugh, leaning back against the wall. 

The alpha ruts against him almost mindlessly leaning forward to nose at his neck, and Pran's eyes are wide as he stares at him. He thanks every god he can think of for sending him his Christmas gift this early in the year. Pran was truly just expecting this guy to be like every other big dick alpha out there. Someone who claimed they knew what they were doing just because they had a knot. Pran can count on one hand the number of alphas that actually knew how to use the dick that came with it.

He lets go of the man's face and hair simultaneously, and unhooks his leg from the alpha’s waist, grinning at the alpha’s small, sad whine. He pushes the man back till he stumbles against the bench. 

"Sit," Pran commands, pointing to the bench, a little chuckle escaping his lips when the alpha obeys, still amazed that it's real – that he’s real. Pran is glad that the alpha has a wall behind him because Pran isn’t going to take it slow. He doubts it’s physically possible.

He climbs onto the alpha's lap and pulls him into a kiss. "I kept thinking you’d bend me over and fuck me hard,” he says in between gasps. Both hands come up to cradle the gorgeous alpha’s face and he bites at the man’s lower lip. "I didn't know I'd have to do all the work myself," he says with a chuckle. He pulls away for a moment and takes off his shirt. He tosses it behind him and grips the alpha's hair, guiding his head to his scent glands.

The alpha immediately starts sniffing and licking at the skin there, and Pran’s eyes slide shut. His grip in the alpha’s hair gets slack and he feels a gush of slick dampening his shorts when the alpha’s hands come to grab at his thighs, kneading and pulling. Grinding down on the man's almost fully hard cock, he lets his head fall back and moans, the sound echoing in the room.

"Y-you don't," the alpha says finally, seemingly having regained his senses. "Fuck. I just–" he pulls back from Pran's neck and looks up at him.

"You just what, baby?" Pran asks sweetly, cupping the alpha's cheek, "No shame in wanting someone else to take control," he says softly, bending for a gentle kiss. “In wanting to be a good boy for someone else…”

They kiss languidly for a few moments when a thought occurs and he pulls back to look at the alpha. "Shit, did I overstep?" he asks, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "The way you reacted when I pulled on your hair…" Pran trails off, "I – I assumed… and fuck, you're so cute, and I didn't expect – I don’t want to fuck this up,” he blabbers, nervous suddenly. He’s oddly serious for someone whose hips are still making tight circles on the alpha's covered cock.

The alpha breaks into a small laugh, his eyes closing, as he takes a hold of Pran's waist and grips his tight. "No, no, god – listen," he says, cupping Pran's cheek. "Fuck, you're so cute –" He mutters under his breath, and Pran's cheeks pink slightly.

"Do you realise," the alpha starts, sounding coherent, and on one hand Pran’s glad that he is, because he’d hate to ruin this for either of them. But on the other, it feels like an insult that the alpha is still rational enough to have fully formed thoughts. “That you're the physical manifestation of my wildest dreams?" He asks, with incredulous laughter. "How am I supposed to think straight when I'm half sure you're not even real?" the alpha asks, grinning widely, so, so pleased. “Red for stop, works, right?” He confirms after a beat of silence.

Relief spreads through Pran and he nods, a smile blooming on his face, "say it anytime and this ends. Immediately, okay?" 

The alpha nods and leans up towards him, "okay," he replies, pulling Pran down into a kiss, warm hands coming to cradle his head, and Pran moans into his lips. 

He lets his hands wander around the alpha's body, going from his shoulders to his chest and then down his stomach. His hands slip under the alpha's loose shirt, and the feeling of the warm skin under his fingertips is addictive. He smiles into the kiss as he trails his hands up and down the alpha's sides and feels him shiver. 

Hands at the alpha's waist, Pran walks his fingers to the man’s nipples and rubs them lightly. He pulls back just slightly, and after giving the alpha a couple of seconds to catch his breath, he pinches his nipples, hard. 

His gaze stays fixed on the alpha's face, desperately cataloguing every expression. 

The alpha arches into the touch, a whine escaping him as his cheeks flush pink. He squeezes his eyes closed, and only after he's eased into the sensation, does he look up at Pran, pupils blown wide. There's a little laugh, "fuck," he says breathless.

"You're so beautiful," Pran says, letting go and leaning in for another kiss, this one a little filthier than the last. "The sounds you make – fuck–" and the alpha pulls him down, biting at Pran's lips, making Pran gasp softly.

"Fuck – I really want your cock, alpha," Pran says into the kiss, "I'm so fucking wet for you," he whispers, "can you feel it?" He grinds down into the alpha's erection. "Did you know I wore a plug for you all those weeks ago? Wore it just so you could see what I look like when I get fucked," he continues, "what I wanted you to make me look like." Pran's fairly certain he's just saying shit, none of it making any sense, but what does it matter when the alpha's eyes are blown wide, eager for more? 

The alpha nods vehemently, "wanted you," the alpha mutters, "wanted you so bad." 

Pran whines as he grinds down harder, one hand going from the alpha's nipple to inside his own shorts and down his boxers, fisting at his leaking cock. "F-fuck,"

The hand from his waist slips down to grab at his ass as the alpha grinds up in tandem with Pran. "You're so pretty," the alpha says, and Pran nods, letting go of the other nipple and guiding the man's head to his neck again, shivering as the alpha inhales deeply. "And you smell so fucking good – shit–"

There's a slight grazing of teeth against his neck, and Pran keens. "Fuck–" he gasps, his hand gripping his cock with an efficiency that he hasn't had since he was a teenager going through heat, thinking of nothing but what he's feeling.

"Shit–" he gasps again, realising that the alpha never stopped speaking. He tunes back in and moans, loud and shameless as he hears the alpha's words.

"– so gorgeous, want – want to make you feel so good. Want you to make me beg, fuck – want you to use me," the alpha continues, thrusting up where Pran's dripping hole should be. Pran doesn't know whether it's the friction of the sweatpants against his hole, his hand on his cock, the alpha's scent, or his beautiful, filthy words, but he can't help it as his grinding turns into rutting.

"Fuck– I'm gonna use you, baby," he says panting, as he feels his orgasm building, "gonna use you to get myself off... won't let you cum till I'm done with you, hmm? How's that sound?" he asks, holding back from his orgasm till he has an answer.

The alpha moans loudly, the hands on Pran's waist helping him grind down onto the man's dick, "Yes, yes, yes, please ," the alpha's almost begging. "Please, fuck – use me, use me, please, shit, shit–"

Pran's hips stutter, letting go as soon as the first 'yes' passes the alpha's lips.

Body seizing up, Pran lets out small gasps as his thighs shake from the force of his orgasm. He rides it out, letting himself bask in the alpha's scent, and then falls forward against him and waits for his heartbeat to calm down.

He grins as he realises that he's cum inside his underwear like a filthy slut, and really, he wouldn't have it any other way. Straightening up, he pulls his hand out from inside the soiled clothes, and he holds up his cum covered hand up to the alpha's lips with a little smirk and a raised eyebrow.

A challenge.

The alpha huffs out a laugh, mirroring Pran's expression. He just grabs Pran's hand and starts licking at the cum coated fingers, maintaining eye contact with Pran all the while. “You taste so fucking good,” he says, looking far too cocky for Pran's liking, but god, if it doesn't look sexy as hell on the man.

Pran's spent cock twitches and he feels slick gush out of him at the sight in front of him. 

"Fuck," Pran says, in awe at the sight. "Fuck," he repeats, grinning, pulling his hand out of the alpha's mouth, and letting it fist in his hair. "Come here," he says with a whine, pulling him in for a kiss, long, hard and deep.

He wonders, a moment into the kiss, what the alpha's tongue would feel like against his hole, and he whines, grinding against the alpha again. He slides his other hand up the man's neck and into his hair, gripping it with both fists, eliciting a groan from the alpha.

"Shit –" he gasps with a laugh, pulling the man away by his hair as he looks him in the eye. There’s a line of saliva linking their mouths together for a second until it breaks. "Fuck – you make me feel like a horny teenager again," he giggles. "Made me feel so good, baby," he says, placing a little kiss on the man's cheek, tender.  

The alpha blushes so, so prettily, and Pran giggles. Cute. He cups the alpha's cheek and pulls him in for another gentle kiss. "Wanna just touch you now," he says, his heartbeat finally calm, the thrumming under his skin under a little more control now that he's had an orgasm.

He slips his hands under the alpha's shirt and drags his blunt nails along the man’s toned chest. He tugs at the ridiculous muscle tee. "Take this off for me, baby?"

The alpha only nods, and pulls off the piece of clothing, and Pran's faced with a hard, lean body that he wants to claim. 

"So pretty," He leans in and places a kiss in the centre of the man's chest, and licking a stripe to his almost defined pec, he looks up at the man through his lashes, and bites. 

Pran hears the man hiss, and really, if the buckling of his hips is anything to go by, the alpha’s enjoying it.

He sucks on the skin there for a few moments, before moving to the other side, and doing the same, biting down a little harder than before, making a pretty red hued mark on his chest. The groan falling from the alpha's lips makes Pran hold back his own sounds, just to be able to hear the alpha better.

See, because Pran’s usually the one that’s responsive. He gets whiny and needy and loud and embarrassing. But that’s normal for an omega. But this man? This alpha ? Fuck, this alpha's reactions – all his little sounds, his moans and groans whimpers and pleas all deserve to be bottled up and saved. Recorded and sent to Pran so that he can play them again, and again, and again.

Pran's hand goes from the alpha’s waist to pull at a nipple, and the alpha moans in response, "fuck, fuck, more, please,"

And who is Pran to deny him?

So he pulls back and straightens up, taking his hands away from the man’s chest completely. Pran can’t help his little giggle at the lost and disappointed expression on the alpha’s face. He leans against the man’s chest, and places a couple of soft kisses on his shoulder before biting down. 

At the same time, both his hands have come up to find purchase on the man’s nipples again. He pinches.

There’s a little moan in reaction, but it’s not enough. Pran wants to hear the alpha.

So he digs his blunt nail into the hard nub there, and grins in satisfaction.

The alpha keens, impossibly loud, and when Pran’s gaze flickers to the man’s face, he sees the alpha biting down on his lip, and his hands clenched into fists as he grinds up into Pran.

"Fuck – so good, that's so good, oh – f-fuck – t-thank you, thank you, but please more, more ," he begs. “Ruin me, come on, more, more.”

And really, at this point, Pran's thanking his stars and wondering what the fuck he did in his last life to deserve an alpha like this.

He nods, pulling one hand away to cup the alpha’s cheek. “Of course, baby,” he says softly. “Wanna be good for me? Wanna take some more, hm? Wanna be good for your pretty omega?”

The alpha nods fervently, "wanna be good, wanna – wanna be so good for you. For the prettiest – fuck – the prettiest omega," and Pran only giggles, his cheeks reddening slightly.

And god, Pran wants to devour him. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby," Pran promises, sliding down the alpha's lap, and tugging on his sweatpants, ignoring the hollow feeling in his own ass.

He'll wait.

For now, he's going to give this alpha the blowjob of his goddamn life.

The alpha lifts his hips and Pran pulls off his pants, and then stares. He’s seen a lot of cocks. It comes with the territory of being somewhat promiscuous, but it’s a bit ridiculous, how every part of this alpha feels like it was designed with Pran specifically in mind. 

It’s beautiful, which is an absurd way to describe a penis, but nothing else comes to mind. It's long, thick, and heavy enough that it can’t hold itself up. More importantly, it's dripping precum. Pran had assumed that the wet patch on the alpha's sweatpants was from the way his own body was producing slick, but looking at the steadily dripping tip… that might not be the case.

Pran stares at the man's cock with wide eyes, licking his lips in anticipation. He touches the tip with his index finger, huffing a laugh when the alpha's precum coats his finger, and sticks to it. He pulls it away, watching as the precum forms a thin thread before snapping off. He grins and rubs the head of the alpha’s cock with his finger for a moment, making eye contact with the alpha, and slowly, he lifts his finger and licks it off, hollowing his cheeks in the process.

The alpha whines and Pran only smiles in response. He trails a single fingertip up and down the length of the alpha's swollen cock, watching it twitch and jerk.

“Want me to make you feel good, baby?" Pran asks softly, gripping the head of the alpha’s cock, and playing with it. He digs his blunt nail into the underside. "Want me to make you cum?" He tilts his head, staring at the cock that drips more and more as he speaks. "Wanna be good for me?"

The alpha nods, swallowing, "yes, wanna, wanna be so g-good for you, wanna make you cum, wanna – fuck – wanna make you feel good..." There is desperation in the alpha’s voice – in his scent. 

And Pran isn’t unaffected by it. 

So he leans in and places a small kiss at the alpha’s drooling dick, sticking his tongue out to lick at the bitter precum. His tongue trails along the veins on the underside of the cock, and one hand wraps around it, his touch featherlight as he strokes up and down slowly. His lips don’t leave the alpha’s cock, and he swirls his tongue on it, even going so far to graze the head with his teeth. Slowly, he takes the man’s cock into his mouth, and sucks lightly, his hands still moving.

The alpha's head is thrown back against the wall, and Pran can see the veins on the man’s neck as he bites into his own lip to keep his sounds muffled.

Pran doesn’t like it.

“Won't you let me hear you, pretty baby?" He asks, pulling away, a line of spit connecting the man’s cock and Pran’s lips.

The alpha nods, letting his bottom lip slip from between his teeth, and he moans, clearly still trying to keep his volume down.

“Come on, baby boy, you can do better for me, right?" Pran tuts, poking his tongue into the man's slit. "Don't you wanna tell me how good I'm making you feel?"

He spares a thought for anyone else in the locker rooms and disregards it almost immediately. 

The alpha nods, his moans getting louder as Pran licks and sucks the alpha's cock, occasionally pulling away to fuck his slit with his tongue. Pran can feel it twitching in his hands, even as he strokes it smoothly, and just when the moans get too loud, too high pitched, Pran pulls his hands away, giggling shamelessly.

And then he starts again. – teasing, kissing, licking, and sucking.

It goes on for a while, and even though Pran wants to see the way the alpha looks when he cums, Pran loves the weight of him in his mouth.

So after the third round of the same back and forth, Pran pulls back, looking up to examine the drooly, messy alpha.

He stands and cups the alpha's cheek, pulling him up for a wet kiss, "look at you, baby… so messy," he says with a little tut, wiping the drool from the alpha's lips.

The poor thing looks fucked dumb, and Pran hasn't even taken off his shorts yet. "Think you can fuck me, my messy baby?" He asks, pinching at the alpha's nipple.

There’s no response, except a barely there nod, and Pran grins. This is the level of incoherence he wants from his alphas. He leans in to coax a kiss out of the alpha, and he asks again. “Wanna fuck me, pretty boy?”

The alpha kisses back and then blinks, and refocuses on Pran. He nods. "Yes – yes, wanna – wanna fuck you, baby, please," he begs sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

"I’m sure – Sure. Please, please, I wanna, I’m sure, please let me fuck you, I'll make you feel so good, make you cum so hard, baby, please," the alpha begs, and Pran holds back a moan of his own.

The sight of this alpha… this absolutely beautiful, breathtaking alpha reduced to a begging mess? Pran doesn’t think he’s ever felt so turned on in his life. Spurred on by this, Pran grins and pushes his shorts off, climbing onto the alpha's lap, still in his underwear.

He settles himself against the alpha’s cock, and grinds down against him, whining softly as he feels the thick cock between his cheeks. He can’t help his little gasp as he closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling that’s only enhanced by the friction of the fabric.

The alpha's been reduced to a little more than a stuttering mess, and a litany of desperate “please, omega, please, let me fuck you – please,” drips from his lips. The man's head falls forward to rest on Pran's collarbone, and Pran whines louder at the alpha's greedy, desperate scent.

All for him.

"I–” Pran breaks off with a gasp. “I thought you said I wouldn't have to do all the work," he says softly, reaching behind him to shift his underwear aside so that he can reach his dripping hole. His fingers circle his slick rim and he plays with himself as he speaks. "Come on,” he coaxes, gently, “make yourself useful, for me, hmm?

The alpha nods obediently, as if pulling himself out of a haze, and he reaches back to Pran's ass, grabbing two large handfuls of it and hitching him closer. Pran gasps at the movement, and he can’t help his breathless laugh when he realises how nice it feels to be treated with a little force by his soft and pretty alpha.

"Gonna fuck you good, baby," the alpha growls against his throat, some semblance of that stereotypical alpha dominance finally showing up, and Pran gasps, his hands coming to tangle in the man’s hair again. He doesn't mind at all.

He nods, and pulls the man closer. "Please, come on, make me feel good, come on..." The alpha takes one hand away from Pran’s ass and reaches for his wet hole. He circles Pran’s rim with his fingers for just a moment, before sliding a single finger in.

“God, you’re – You’re so wet.”

Pran can't help the loud, desperate moan as he nods. “All for you,” he gasps. The feeling of finally, finally, finally having something in him is euphoric. "More, baby, more, I can take it,"

Pran's begging almost immediately, and the alpha complies, putting in another finger in and scissoring him, as Pran buries his head in the alpha's shoulder, breathing in his scent and licking his glands, moaning, and grinding down on the fingers in tandem. The filthy sounds of the alpha finger-fucking him only egg Pran on, and before he knows it he's demanding more.

"More, more, hurry," Pran really doesn't want to play around anymore. He needs to get fucked by this man yesterday.

Another finger, and Pran's grinding down, his desperation feeling like it’s taken him to new highs. Or lows, depending on how you see it. The hard cock rubbing against his perineum and the feeling of three fingers up his asshole is almost too much, and, really, this whole thing was just meant to be a sweaty changing room fuck.

Instead, it’s turned into something completely unexpected, and Pran couldn’t be happier with the turn of events. For a second, he pictures this alpha on his knees in Pran's bedroom looking up at him with his pretty, pretty eyes, waiting for Pran's orders, and isn't that a thought? 

Pran's never been someone who brings people back home. And yet, despite not even knowing this alpha’s name – wow, what a fucking slut, Pran, good job! – the visual of him in his home, in his room, in his life… It feels… right. 

Another finger and Pran groans, his hand coming to grip the alpha's hair, pulling him to the crook of his neck. "Fuck, fuck, right there baby – I'm good, fuck me, baby, come on, fuck me."

The alpha groans into his scent gland, the vibrations making Pran shudder, and nods. "Gonna, gonna fuck you so good, baby, gonna make you cum so hard," and Pran can only bite down on his lip and nod in response, as he leans forward, letting the alpha shift to adjust himself and position his cock against Pran's dripping hole.

As soon as Pran feels it against his rim, he pushes himself down, taking it in, inch by inch. He's moaning, loud and shamelessly, his head tossed back in pleasure. 

"Fuck. Fuck, alpha," he gasps, ready to cry at how fucking good it feels. "Fuck," he groans, as he bottoms out, and really, the alpha isn't any better.

The man's grip on Pran's waist is almost vice-like, and his face is scrunched up in ecstasy. Pran hopes he bruises.

"You're so hot. And so wet, and fuck, you're so tight," the man gasps out and Pran nods, starting to grind down slowly on his cock, gasping as the length hits him in just the right way.

"For you, baby, fuck, you're so big, filling me up so good, fuck, baby," Pran starts to move, his movements slow and controlled as he shifts his hips this way and that to try and find his prostate. It takes a bit of manoeuvring, but when he does find that sweet spot, he can’t help his scream.

" Fuck !" Grinding down on the same spot, Pran keeps going, his eyes sliding closed as he builds himself up. 

"Baby, baby," the alpha says gasping, his stomach clenched tight as he bites at Pran's shoulder. "Baby, I'm gonna cum, baby, fuck!"

Pran quickly shakes his head, gripping the alpha's hair and pulling him back from his shoulder, looking him straight in the eye. "Don't you fucking dare– ” he slows down on the man’s cock. “Good boys wait, don't they? And you're my good boy, aren't you?"

The words ‘good boy’ seem to shift something within the man, and wide eyes look up at him. The alpha nods eagerly. “Yes – I’m – I’m your good boy,” he says, “a good boy for you,” the alpha leans into Pran’s grip and nuzzles into Pran.

Pran smiles and kisses the man, humming into the alpha’s slack mouth. He pulls back after a moment, biting at his lip and tugging. "I know, baby," he says smiling, “you’re the best boy, hmm?” He asks, picking up the rhythm again and bouncing on the alpha’s cock hard.

The alpha nods and reaches into Pran’s underwear. He takes a hold of Pran’s leaking cock, and starts stroking him in time with his thrusts. The alpha’s grip is clumsy, angle odd because of their positions, but Pran’s close enough that it doesn’t matter.

It’s a combination of the desperate thrusting against his prostate, the alpha lapping at his neck, whining, making the smallest, softest, wrecked sounds, and his hand against his cock, that drives Pran to his release. "Fuck, baby, almost there, almost there, fuck, baby–" His moans are loud, high and utterly shameless as they echo in the changing room. 

Of course, this orgasm doesn't last as long as his first one, but it definitely takes more out of him as he slumps against the alpha, a hazy grin on his face.

The alpha’s hips have stopped fucking into Pran, and it’s quite sweet of him to not mindlessly chase his pleasure, actually. He gently pulls his cum covered hand out of Pran’s underwear and uses the other to rub at his back gently, placing kisses against whatever part of Pran’s hot, sweaty skin he can reach. "Was that good? Was I good for you?"

Pran stays slumped against the alpha and enjoys the feeling of the alpha’s wide hand stroking his back, as he tries to catch his breath. Then, he straightens up and wraps his arms around the alpha’s shoulders. He pulls him up for a sweet kiss, "of course baby, you were so good for me," and there's a happy, blushing smile in response, and Pran feels himself melting. 

He’s so fucking cute.

Mushy feelings aside, Pran can still feel the alpha hard and throbbing in his ass, so he rolls his hips in a tight circle, clenching his wet, sensitive asshole on the man's cock, building him back up. "And good boys get to cum, don’t they?” He asks, grinning, “wanna cum for me, hmm? Wanna fill up your pretty omega with cum?"

The alpha nods eagerly. "Please, please, I've been good, baby please, let me cum, please ?" the alpha’s begging and he’s almost got tears in his eyes with how desperate he is. Pran feels something primal in his chest at the thought of this man crying for him, and he quickly puts away that feeling in a box to be examined later. 

Instead, he leans forward and places a soft kiss on the man’s plush lips, and shushes him softly. Pran bounces on his cock again, making sure that he avoids his prostate.

"Of course you can, baby... didn't I tell you that you could cum once I had? Hmm? I'm gonna make you cum, baby, come on," he says softly and leans in to suckle at the alpha's neck as a hand plays with his nipple. The effect is almost instantaneous, and the alpha starts moaning, each moan louder than the last.

Pran bites softly at the gland, drowning in the scent, and guides the man's head to his own neck, helping him enhance the feeling. He fucks himself harder, the squelch of his slick mixed with the slapping of skin on skin making the room sound truly depraved. Digging a blunt nail into the alpha’s soft, red nipple, seems to be the trigger, and the alpha lets out a loud, broken moan as his cock pulses and spurts inside Pran.

Feeling so completely full makes Pran feel like he might be able to go again, but he tamps down that urge and focuses on helping the alpha ride out his orgasm instead, loving the look of ecstasy on his face.

Once the alpha stops twitching inside him, Pran lets himself fall against the alpha’s chest and closes his eyes, listening to the man’s heartbeat calm down. He rubs his hands along the alpha’s arms and sides, stroking to soothe. The two spend a few minutes like that. Chests heaving, trying to breathe right, as they come down from their high.

The alpha is the first to move, shifting slightly, he grips Pran's legs so as to ease the weight on his thighs. Pran can’t help himself as he licks at the man's neck again and sits up, feeling a mix of victorious, happy and satisfied.

His hand goes to the alpha's hair again and he massages his scalp for a few moments. “I… might have gotten a little carried away there,” he admits with a small, embarrassed laugh.

The alpha has his eyes closed in bliss, and opens them at Pran’s words. He shakes his head. “Nah, you were perfect... This whole thing was... perfect," he sighs, and Pran can feel something warm settle in his chest.

"Sure?" he asks again, because fuck, he'd had some pretty kinky sex with a complete stranger, hadn’t he? His hands move to the man’s chest, and he moves to sooth the man's nipples. There's a slow blush rising on his cheeks as he notes how red they are.

The alpha takes a hold of Pran's face, cupping it in his hands and pulls him in for a kiss. Pran all but melts into it, shifting forward and leaning into it. The alpha's cock slips out of Pran's ass as he leans into the kiss, and Pran can’t help but whine at the loss of the full feeling.

But before he can register that the noise came from him, the alpha breaks the kiss and looks at him. "Really, I think that was... some of the best sex I've ever had..."

Pran can physically not help the blush on his face. A mix of flattered and embarrassed, Pran grins and looks away, avoiding eye contact, because honestly? He agrees. The alpha laughs, the sound clear, blooming into something deeper.

"Shit, I wasn't joking when I said you were every fantasy of mine come to life," and unable to take the compliment, Pran whines, and buries his face in the crook of the man’s neck, trying to hide himself. He’s feeling raw, somehow, but in a good way. 

The alpha chuckles and runs his hand up and down Pran's sweaty back. "You were so fucking perfect, baby, fuck ," The alpha says with a sigh.

There's a long pause and Pran hides his smile in the crook of the alpha’s neck. The alpha speaks again. "Was I good?"

Pran sits up immediately and pulls the alpha into a kiss. He tries to kiss him as deeply as he can, and when he pulls away, he’s nodding. "Oh, baby you were so good. You were so good and responsive, and needy, and I fucking loved it. You're so beautiful, baby," Pran says in a rush of words. “So perfect.”

The alpha smiles in response and Pran stares, awed, at the way the man’s eyes scrunch up into crescents, and his nose crinkles up. "God, your smile... you're so fucking pretty."

Now it's the alpha's turn to get embarrassed as he turns away and tries to hide his face in Pran’s neck. The alpha inhales deeply, and Pran squirms at the sensation.

Pran quickly shifts to dislodge the alpha’s head, and grips the man's face in both hands and leans in again for a soft, sweet kiss. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he says softly, leaning in again to peck his cheek.

"Sweetheart?" the alpha repeats.

Pran freezes, cheeks burning, "uh–"

There's a warm, rumbling laugh from the alpha. "Cute,” he says, and then adds, “You can call me whatever you like,” the grins, and then leans in close. “I especially liked when you called me your good boy,” he says shamelessly.

Pran’s blush deepens as he stares at the alpha, speechless.

The alpha continues, “You’re so pretty,” he says, placing a quick peck on Pran’s lips. The alpha’s face widens into a ridiculous grin. “Can I call you mine ?”

Something about that stupidly pretty smile snaps Pran out of whatever daze he’d gotten lost in, and he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the alpha’s legs. “How about you take me on a date first, hm? Then we can see what you can call me.”

“Deal,” the alpha grins, as he pulls Pran in for a kiss. “Are you free now?”

Pran laughs into the kiss, “for you? Yeah, I am,”

The two kiss lazily, uncaring about their state of undress or the mess that they're in. Their kisses are long and soft, and really, Pran could do this for hours. Pulling away after god knows how long, Pran sighs and rests his head on the man's shoulders, still too tired to move.

"Oh, by the way," the alpha starts, chuckling, "my name's Pat." 

As Pran waits for Pat outside the gym, with a smile on his lips and a limp in his step, he texts Wai. 

por.parakul: hey, when did you say you scheduled my date with pat?